I’m going through a really hard time in real life, one of the hardest ever. Yet, I don’t need a drug to escape, thought I won’t deny they help…they are not an option for everyone. That’s a topic for another time. I was just thinking how lucky I am to have this amazing community of like minded people from all over the world. I have so many wonderful friends I can turn to for times like these. That know my story, my situation, they’ve watched it unfold, they’ve shared my triumphs and my failures. The know me, they love me, and they truly do support me.
If you don’t have that in Second Life, I highly recommend you work on some friendships, because no matter how hard things get, I know I’m lucky to have them. We are the lucky ones, because we have each other. So, pardon my language for a minute while I do a quick shout out to the Cunts and the MF’n MF’rs. Thank you. ♥
“Maybe this time I can be strong
But since I know who I am
I’m probably wrong
Maybe this time I can go far
But thinking about where I’ve been
Ain’t helping me start”
~ Michael Kiwanuka – Cold Little Heart
This was my final picture on my homestead sim. I was so looking forward to opening up a literal field of creativity. Having my friends come in an create scenes like this one, so that we could all enjoy one another’s work. Alas, I could not in good consciousness continue to pay for a sim in a virtual world, when I so desperately need money in real life. People think I work all the time in SL, but that’s not true. I have plenty of time for more jobs and it is the pay I make from those jobs that help to keep me afloat in real life. Sometimes life is hard and it forces us to make decisions we don’t want to make. I may not be rich financially, but I am rich with blessings. I have the greatest friends I could ever hope to have and that is something money cannot buy. Luckily, I make enough in sl, to pay for my internet and a few other essentials. My needs are met in SL and as far as RL goes…well, as long as I’m online, I must be ok, because while it might feel like a necessity…being online is technically a luxury. Plenty of happy people live without it. So, no matter what, I’ll be keeping my head up and looking forward.
There are people in this world that will do anything to make others look bad. Sadly, these miserable people will smile in your face then turn to their next friend and stab you in the back. Sometimes they make false accusations. Other times, they exaggerate the truth. Here’s the thing, when the only dirt someone can find on you is something that you’ve never denied or even attempted to keep a secret…well, its kinda sad, not to mention pathetic. I personally find haters to be flattering. However, not everyone is as amused by them as I am. Here’s the thing and I’ve said it before, I never asked to take up so much space in their empty little heads. The only reason they are getting any attention from me now is because I’d like to thank them for the recognition. You see, since the “secret” came out, I’ve had people reach out to me that I haven’t heard from in a while. Others have stepped forward with stories of their own haters and we’ve formed a bond of solidarity. We all agree that our haters aren’t worth confronting and by next week, the “secret” and all the energy they put into it will have been forgotten. So, if you’re going to be shady as fuck, learn some new tricks, because your old ones are boring….and no one is entertained by boring.
This has been a really long week. So much has happened, both good and bad things have occurred. Regardless, it has been a stressful week. Yesterday was so intense I ended up with a pretty severe headache, that actually occurred as a result of forgetting to eat. It’s funny how we get a headache from not eating. As soon as I had a bowl of cereal it went away. Now the weekend is here and while that also delivers a fair balance of good and bad, I’m going to make the best of it, so that next week things run much smoother.
You ever wonder who decides what things are to be called? Something are obvious…elevator, it elevates, OK, but elephant and trunk? Who decided those were the English words for such a magnificent beast? Who decides to call these appendages we use daily, the fingers? We can often research slang words to discover their origin, but rarely do we know who were the first people to encounter the elephant and named it so that one day the English translation would be elephant….its a funny word if you think about it…ella fant….el la funt…or effa lump assuming you’re under 6. And isn’t effalump just as good a name? I often wonder if the person that named the butterfly wasn’t partly dyslexic, because surely they meant flutterby….makes much more sense, don’t ya think? Yes, this is just one of the crazy ways my mind works. Now imagine having to talk to me on a daily basis and the random things that just pop out of my mouth. *narrows her eyes* Get your filthy minds out of the gutter….sheesh, I can’t talk to y’all about anything!